Watching someone walk out of my life does not make me bitter or cynical about love. But rather makes me realize that if I wanted so much to be with the wrong person, how beautiful it will be when the right person comes along.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Eleanor Roosevelt once said:

"A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water."

25 years of being raised and nurtured as man of
honor, for me, women will always be the other half of sky for men. But
somehow somewhere in this world, there is still exist a place, a hell on
earth where women is treated like a slave. Where is the love? Despite
efforts to improve their lives, girls in Afghanistan continue to suffer
untold violence and discrimination.

While a young girl was going home from school,
she noticed a tall man with a long beard walking behind her. The next
day, when the same man followed her, she became suspicious of him. Why
was he staring at her as if she had done something wrong? On the third
day, he walked toward her and stopped. Her body was shaking with fear.

He said, “I will kill you if I see you going to
school and leaving your home without a burqa.” She couldn’t say even
one word to him. He ran away and disappeared into a side street. She
was shocked by his warning and weeping when she got home.

The girls studying in Afghanistan schools didn’t
believe they should complete their education; they believed by the age
of 8, they should get married and be a slave for their in-laws. They
got these ideas from their families.

I found myself in a totally different world. I
didn’t see any women with burqas or men with long beards in Malaysia
and yet there is still lots of ungrateful people who demand total
freedom in harsh way. I do know that life is beautiful and smiling when
we have the freedom to live on our own.

According to Islam, getting an education is a
basic right for every man and woman. Unfortunately, it is a fact of
life that mostly Afghan women are not allowed to get an education, and
the control of our lives is often in the hands of men. I wonder why
women bow in front of all this stupidity in male-dominated countries
like Afghanistan.

Perhaps a groovy kind of love is there for them one day, someday.

P/S

To you whom I have met, will you believe if I say that love
is a symbol of eternity where it wipes out all sense, destroying all
memory of a beginning and all fear of the end? That's the love that I
had found in you.

It's amazing, the love that I shared with you here, seems
stronger day by day. For me, to find someone who will love me for no
reason, and to shower that person with reasons, is the ultimate
happiness that I'm pursuing all my life. A hundred hearts would be too
few to carry all my love for you.

Until then, put in your heart the fact that I had fallen in
love with you way before we knew each other. 368 love letters is the
evidence that perhaps a groovy kind of love that we shared one day,
will be sweeter than gravity.

Will you love me in October as you do in May,
Will you love me in the good old fashioned way?
When my hair has all turned gray,
Will you kiss me then and say,
That you love me in October as you do in May

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."

I love my life because it is full of magical moment, especially when I saw old couple holding each other hand together. You will not see candlelight around, neither the moon, nor a bottle of the finest wine; this is the real thing. And the real thing is this amount of courage, this degree of devotion, and this level of grace.

La Noche Que Me Quieras (The Night That I Want), is the name of the tango Monica sang before losing her memory. Monica and Marcos, were married for 65 years but in the year of 2007, Monica was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, and Marcos devoted himself to her care.

As Monica’s illness progressed, she became more dependent on her husband, whose life was also substantially affected by her condition; at the same time however, supporting his wife gave Marcos a new reason to live, and allowed him to show aspects of his personality which had never been displayed before.

I believed that it takes two to tango. The man always leads and never lets go of his partner’s hand. In the dance of life, Marcos has always held on to Monica, whom he married in 1946. His grip became tighter, and tenderer, from 2007, when she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease.

Just as Monica became more dependent on her husband over the years, supporting her gave Marcos a new reason to live. For the next five years, until she died in his arms, he devoted his life to caring for her every need, bringing her to bathroom, cooking for her and changing her diapers.

You see, for me life is beautiful, if we choose to believe and have faith in our love. Always remember that harmony is pure love for pure love is an unfinished concerto until the death do us apart.

And perhaps, a groovy kind of love is just around the corner for you and your loved ones.

P/S

To you whom I have met, love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes just be an illusion. I don't want you to be just another chapter of my wonderful story of life, for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.

Never let someone worthless brought you down to earth when you are soaring high at the beautiful sky my hummingbird. Always remember somewhere there's someone who dreams of your smile, and finds in your presence that life is worthwhile. So when you are lonely, remember it's true somebody, somewhere is thinking of you. And that person is me.

I love you Rina, where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. 367 love letters still can't describe how grateful I am to have someone like you in my life. But I will never let you go. That's how much I love you.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

For me, Islam is a beautiful religion, just like other religion that promote peace, freedom and humility in life. Regardless of what people might viewed it as fanatical belief, there is always a special place for women in Islam, where they are look upon like the other half of the sky. And yet, there is still a lot of crazy Muslim people men in this world that treated them like dog.

However, there is the sickening video that emerged this week from a remote Afghanistan village. Najiba, the 22-year-old wife of a Taliban member, was shot nine times in front of dozens of ecstatic men. They applauded and cheered ''God is great'' as she was killed.

Her alleged crime? Reports vary, but either she had a relationship with another Taliban man, or that man had sought a relationship with her. The local provincial governor said later that the two Taliban men had accused Najiba of adultery ''in order to save face''. They ''faked a court to decide about the fate of this woman and, in one hour, they executed the woman''.

Where is the love? For me, this was one of the worst countries in the world to be born female. It remains a terrifying place for many women. Almost nine out of 10 Afghan women suffer physical, sexual or psychological violence, or forced marriage, at least once in their lives.

The horror of Najiba's execution will linger, but it will not turn history. But, ultimately, Najiba's battle is one for Afghan men and women to fight. We pray they are victorious, but our hopes, in the meantime at least, are grim.

Perhaps, one day, someday, there will be a light of love for them. Stand up for the women.

P/S

To you whom I have met, did you believe in the power of women? For me, women is the universal creature to cure men whenever we slipped into depression. A hug from them is like a handshake from the heart and worth a thousands words.

Women has no unpleasant side effects and is all natural.There are no batteries to replace, it's inflation-proof and non-fattening with no monthly payments. It's non-taxable, non-polluting, and is, of course, fully refundable.

I love you. I'd always hope that I am an octopus, so I could hug you as tight as possible. But at the end of the day, the hug from you is the one that I will cherish the most in my life.

Until then, put in your heart the fact that I had fallen in love with you way before we knew each other. 366 love letters here dedicated to you won't be enough to express how grateful I am when you appear in my life one day.

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